Yes, Justin by Michele Zurlo Read Free Book Online

recognized a bottle warmer.
    Justin squeezed gel onto his fingers and disappeared behind her. She felt the gentle press of his fingers on her anus as he massaged the gel into the muscle.
    Her clit throbbed, both in yearning for the same kind of stimulation and in protest over the clamp with its weights pulling down.
    “Breathe in and out, my slave. This one is going to hurt a bit more.”
    Trish took a deep breath. As she exhaled, he pushed an impossibly large object into her ass. Her muscles stretched, but the bath and the lube had done their jobs. It didn’t hurt at all.
    She heard water run as he washed his hands. Trish remained still, her gaze glued to the back of this familiar stranger.
    He dried his hands on a towel. “Stand up, slave.”
    The fullness from before had nothing on what she felt now. As she straightened, every nerve ending in her pussy screamed as the full effect of the weights combined with the sensations in her ass. She gasped.
    He crossed his arms and assessed her with a critical look in his eyes. “Dinner is ready. Afterward, I’m going to make you scream and beg.”
    Patricia had no idea how to respond to that. Even if she had made it this far with a stranger, she wouldn’t have felt the tingling anticipation set free by the trust she had in Justin. “Thank you, Sir.”
    Dinner wasn’t what she expected. Justin had cooked pasta with a white mushroom sauce. He directed her to a chair. Given the amount of lubricant and wetness seeping from her, she was relieved to see that he had covered it with a towel.
    He served her when she expected things to happen the other way around. Patricia always served him when he made it home for dinner. Because she was the one always home, she was used to serving the kids. Taking care of Justin had become a natural extension of the work she already did.
    She looked up at him as he set a full plate in front of her. “Thank you, Justin.”
    His mouth curved in a pleased smile, and she realized he was pampering her this way to make a point. While she might be his slave this weekend, he would be the one taking care of her. She hadn’t felt this cared for since the early years of their marriage. Tears pricked behind her eyes.
    They ate in silence for a little while, both of them satisfying their stomachs before they moved on to address more complicated hungers.
    “I’m going to be following the guidelines you laid out in your questionnaire, Trish. If there’s anything you want to change, now is the time to do it.”
    When she’d filled in the answers to the hundreds of questions in that questionnaire, visions of Justin had filled her mind. Those answers were tailored to suit Justin and nobody else. She saw that now.
    “No, Justin. I trust you. I want to please you.” The throbbing in her clit had reduced to an occasional twinge. Though he hadn’t fastened the clamp very tight, she knew it would hurt anew once he removed it. She shifted in her chair, and the plug moved deliciously inside her.
    He sipped his water and watched her. “I can’t do all the things you want in one weekend. We’ll have to work up to some of them, anyway.”
    Patricia held the belief that preparation for anything new resided completely in her mind. Perhaps Justin wasn’t ready. This was the first time for both of them, but Justin had the job of seeing to her well-being and dishing out the punishments.
    Still, they were both on new ground here. He was learning her body in an entirely new way, and it would take time to do it well. When they had first begun sleeping together, he had taken the time to find those special spots that could trigger the reactions he wanted. If this was how Justin wanted to proceed, then she would trust his decisions. She nodded.
    “Before we leave, we need to talk about where this goes from here. We can’t go back to the way things were before.”
    He didn’t have to finish his thought. Patricia knew they were headed for divorce or a life filled with